Lord of the Night

Countless people smashed the statue of Fang Che, but countless people were still pious.

Especially those who were rescued by Fang Che. Although some people stood up to rectify the chaos and cursed Fang Che crazily, the vast majority of people seemed to instantly become fighters, fighting with the surroundings, fighting with public opinion, and fighting with the general trend.

Desperately resisting and vigorously defending.

"No matter what you say, Fang is always a good man!"

There are still too many such people.

Society began to polarize, and even the fence-sitters standing in the middle were almost non-existent in this situation!

The entire southeast was in fierce fighting, either verbal battles or direct fights.

This was the case in Donghuzhou, Baiyunzhou, and Baixiangzhou.

But in Baiwuzhou, it was peaceful. Baiwuzhou was not like Donghu, Baiyun, Baixiang and other continents, which were all inland and in areas with developed transportation.

So the civilians in these inland continents actually had a very good life.

But Baiwuzhou is different. Baiwuzhou is located in a remote area, and all ordinary people are almost all miserable.

For most families, it is normal to go hungry for two meals in three days, and there is no way out.

Since Fang Che killed Baiwuzhou, everyone's life has been getting better day by day.

Not only can they have enough food, but they can also have extra money, and they can also let their children read some books and grow up.

Before Captain Fang came, Baiwuzhou was full of all kinds of bullies, but after Captain Fang came, there was no one left!

So when this wind blew to Baiwuzhou, the people of Baiwuzhou were even very curious.

"Oh, someone actually dared to frame Captain Fang! Are you crazy!"

"Such a heartless person will get retribution sooner or later!"

"What does it matter whether you believe it or not? Anyway, Mr. Fang is worshipped in my house. I will continue to worship him in the future."

"What does the Night Demon have to do with it? Does it have anything to do with me? What Night Demon Cult Leader? I only know Captain Fang!"

"If it weren't for Mr. Fang, I wouldn't be able to live this kind of life. He is a god, I believe in gods, he is a demon, I will worship demons from now on."

"It's ridiculous, is it so easy to accuse someone of a crime?"

Countless old people use crutches to teach their children and grandchildren at home: "Be a man with conscience! I don't care what others do, but in our family, who dares to scold Mr. Fang, you try it!"

"You can't scold him outside! If I know, get out of this house! I don't have such ungrateful descendants!"

Countless old people use crutches to point at the so-called "Twenty-three Articles", not He looked down on her: "What is this? This is just a broken book!"

"How many of these things have I seen in my life? You believe in a broken book, but not the white rice you eat? Are your brains covered with shit?"

"Don't even mention this. I don't believe in your so-called history. Isn't that just the storyteller's words? Just listen to what he says. It's fun. It doesn't matter. It doesn't affect the house or food."

"Isn't this something written by literati? Can't literati write whatever they want? Just believe what he wrote? Are you a literati?"

"That's it! No one is allowed to scold. Just burn incense to Mr. Fang! We ordinary people are counting on Mr. Fang to bless us. What? Do you expect these twenty-three articles to give you white rice? Eat it and you'll be paralyzed?"

This trend has affected Baiwuzhou.

The strange thing is that what the twenty-three articles set off in Baiwuzhou was not the criticism of Mr. Fang, but the crazy abuse of literati.

A big man, with his shirt open, revealing his chest full of black hair, holding 23 pieces in his hand, stood on a high place and asked loudly: "Do you know what this is?"

"What is this?" The crowd understood.

"This is something written by literati!" the big man roared.

"Oh oh oh...literati..." the crowd responded.

"Do you know what literati use to write?" the big man asked again

"With a pen, what else can they use." The crowd rolled their eyes.

"Hahaha, of course it's written with a pen."

The big man laughed wildly: "Do you know why the thing that literati use to write is called a pen? Why can't it be called something else?"

This question aroused everyone's interest, and they asked together: "Why?"

The big man showed a lewd smile: "Because this pronunciation is the same as that thing, it is written with this thing, it must be called this name, it must be pronounced this way, do you know why? Because this thing... you can scrawl it however you want!"

"Hahahaha..."

Immediately, there was a burst of laughter below.

Countless women also heard it, and turned their heads with red faces: "Pah! Vulgar!"

The big man was obviously a man of excitement, waving the twenty-three sticks and shouting: "So this thing for writing can only be called a pen, and it must not be called a dildo! Do you understand? Our ancestors are wise!"

Immediately, there was a roar of laughter.

Countless people laughed and cursed: "This idiot knows to praise our ancestors, but this praise is not in the right place. Is the wisdom of our ancestors reflected here?"

A storyteller was beaten out of the restaurant with a stick, his face covered in blood, and he desperately knocked on the door: "I dare not, I dare not say it, I still have to eat... I will never dare to do it again in the future."

More and more people were watching.

The boss walked out with his arms folded, his waist straight and his belly protruding, and he spat disdainfully: "Don't be ridiculous, everyone, this old guy actually dares to scold Captain Fang in my store with twenty-three things written by that stupid thing! It's true! Damn it, what a bad luck! I won’t let this old guy stay in my shop if I don’t do business, get out of here!”

In a teahouse, a storyteller was surrounded by the audience and kicked on the ground!

"Let you scold Mr. Fang!"

"You bastard! You actually scolded Mr. Fang!"

"You're just an old guy who makes men beg for food, and you actually scold Mr. Fang. To put it bluntly, aren't you just a beggar? If Mr. Fang hadn't managed Baiwuzhou so well, you wouldn't even be begging. Go to hell! You actually have the nerve to scold me! There really isn’t a good person out there!”

Several aristocratic families in Baiwuzhou wanted to take advantage of this trend to do something, but they were stopped urgently before they could take action.

"Public indignation has completely risen. At this time, you must not go against this trend. You may not think that they are just ordinary people, but if these idiots really go crazy, they can really make us all in Baiwu." Zhou can’t survive!”

"Hurry up and start praising Captain Fang. Besides, the mud-legged people are right, what does it have to do with the Night Demon and the Blood Demon? Are they causing harm to Baiwu Continent?"

"The whole family has given instructions."

The master of the Baiwuzhou Guarding Hall has changed. The original Wu Zhiyun has gone to someone unknown, and the new master is named Jin.

On the first day after taking office, Article 23 must be implemented throughout the territory.

but……

Just as the order was issued, the original deputy palace master suddenly turned pale, clutching his stomach and fell down. Everyone was shocked: "What's going on? What's going on?"

"Subordinate...stomachache...probably poisoned..."

The deputy palace master's soybean-like sweat kept pouring out, and he was trembling when he spoke: "Ask for leave...recuperate...treat your illness..."

"Send the deputy palace master home quickly."

Then it was discovered that another war hall leader took his people out to perform a mission and did not come back overnight. The next day, all of them had broken arms and legs and were sent back lying on the carriage: "The subordinates are ashamed... they can only ask for leave." Already..."

"I have pills..."

"Don't waste such expensive elixirs...it will only take a few days to heal."

The war hall rested.

Then the deacon hall suddenly got a collective food poisoning, and everyone went home to recuperate.

One day.

Palace Master Jin discovered that, except for himself and a confidant he had brought, there was no one guarding the palace.

No one is gone.

Even the doorman and chef are gone.

No matter how stupid you are, you understand now.

Lord Jin's face turned purple with anger: "You're going against the grain! This is going against the grain!"

"If you don't do it, others will!"

Palace Master Jin was furious and contacted his superiors. Reported to Southeast Headquarters and requested punishment for those people.

Zhao Shanhe was furious: "You bastard, you can't even be a palace master. What did you do in the past? Your Jin family swore to recommend you to such a loser? If not, get out! I don't want a piece of shit like you! Even my own I can't stand it anymore, why do you think you have the nerve to complain to me? The Jin family doesn't even have any dignity at all?"

Zhao Shanhe finally caught one person and scolded him happily.

Palace Master Jin’s face turned green after being scolded. But Zhao Shanhe's scolding was justified.

As the master of the palace, you can't control anyone. What do you do for food?

So I went to find the deputy palace master in a low voice, and the conversation broke down. The two of them started to argue. The golden palace master is naturally very strong, and the deputy palace master is definitely no match for him, but the deputy palace master simply gave up.

"I don't want to do it anymore. Can I just resign? I don't want to do it anymore. I have a strong force. What can I do that's not better than this? Now you can take my knife, right?"

"Okay. I quit, as you wish."

The deputy palace master wrote a resignation document on the spot and threw it over.

"I am no longer your subordinate now. I resigned. It has nothing to do with you. Get out now, immediately, immediately! I feel sick when I see someone named Jin now. You have changed my view of wealth. I originally I like gold the most. Now, numbness feels sick when he sees gold. He is so stupid...how will he live in the future..."

Everyone else is basically the same.

Until the palace master insisted on using elixirs for a deacon with a broken leg, the deacon told the truth: "I said Jin, please don't bother me. Do you think my leg was broken accidentally?" What? I broke it myself. If you heal it, I can break it again."

"Save this leg for you to run errands to frame Captain Fang? What the hell do you want to eat?"

"Why do you, the Jin family, send you here and think that all the idiots don't know about it? You really can't cooperate. You can find someone else. If it doesn't work, you can fire me. If it doesn't work, I can resign myself... Anyway, I’ll leave this sentence here: Anyone else can succeed, but if one of the six of you can establish a foothold in Baiwuzhou, I will change my name to a shit-eating dog from now on!”

"The sky is high in Baiwuzhou and the emperor is far away, but the people here are so fucked!"

"If you don't believe it, just try it!"